So it’s been a little while. I think I am finally recovering from my Christmas knitting. I am happy to say that I almost finished all the Weasley Family Christmas Sweaters, but I think it really wore me out. I couldn’t quite finish my Dad’s on time, I only have a bit of the sleeves to go but the thought of knitting more of a sweater makes me sort of want to put something sharp in or around my eye. I’m surrounded by needles so I’m actively trying to banish the thought. I will finish up my Dad’s sweater, but any other sweaters I make in the near future will be knit slowly for the sake of my sanity. I think that blogging about the sweaters hung in my mind as something else I had to complete in order for them to be truly done. I didn’t feel like I could write about anything else until those were documented–which is ridiculous because who is the knitting blog police? Is someone going to come to my house brandishing especially sharp dpns and poke me mercilessly until I blog about the sweaters? NOPE! At least I hope not, though I am quick and I have a big dog if it comes to that. So, more for myself than anyone else, I declare that I will not be writing about the Weasley Family Sweaters until the day I can think about sweaters again. Which is not today. Continue reading “oops.”
Two socks have come into existence as a result of some long hours on planes and in cars. When I flew to NY a few weeks ago I had a pair or socks for my mom started and I finished one while I was there. Nasty child that I am, I let her wear it for a bit, then snatched it back so I could make a matching one. That didn’t get finished while I was at home, so it came back to Utah with me. Its twin is proving more difficult to knit. I finished the cuff and part of the heel flap and then cast it aside like last year’s My Little Pony on Christmas morning when something more glittery came along. That shiny new object was…..
Who has two thumbs and dyed self-striping yarn? This gal! I’ll do a longer post about the process but here are a couple quick photos.
There was a bit of an unintended hiatus here in the last month or so. Whoops. I had a crazy month. I took a trip home to NY to see family and be in a wedding for one of my very closest friends, and when I got back school started up again! I teach middle school, and we started August 20th. First week down…so far so good.
My sisters Emily and Sam spent portions of their Junior years of college abroad. Sam fittingly went to Bath, England to study English. She found her people there. Emily went to Valpariso, Chile for a year. Every time I talked to her she bragged about how much yarn she saw and how cheap it was. I think she knew I would never forgive her (or at least give her some major side eye) if she didn’t bring any back. Around Christmas she actually sent me some but I hadn’t used it yet or taken pictures of it until now. She had some more waiting for me at home along with the 2nd most beautiful pair of needles I have ever seen. I say 2nd only because her boyfriend there whittled(what?!) three pairs of needles for her that are unbelievable. She must have some redeeming qualities after all. JUST KIDDING.
In all seriousness I am so lucky to have great sisters that know me well. This yarn is incredible stuff. It smells woolly in the most wonderful way. Like maybe too much like sheep and manure for your average person but apparently that is my new musk. So without further ado…pictures!
On Thursday my package from Knit Picks came and I squealed when I saw it. I am not a squealer. A cute puppy or something might elicit one once in a while, but it is rare that a sound like that escapes my lips. My boyfriend laughed sort of nervously and walked the other direction while I ripped the package open with glee. I ordered a few colors of dye and three skeins of bare superwash yarn–a skein of sport, one of fingering and one of bulky. I have been watching Skein Yarn’s really great video podcast and she has done a few dye tutorials and since I saw the first one, I’ve really wanted to get my paws on some white yarn and some dye. And I did!
In my mind, I already thought of myself as a prolific hand dyer who could sell skeins of yarn immediately, quit my job, and live in my yarn empire forevermore. Turns out I have a great imagination.